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As I pondered what to do next to pass my boredom, my phone buzzed to life.

Get dressed.

I'm taking you out for dinner tonight.

I set out some outfits in the closet, so pick one of them.

If you think about wearing something outside of what I set out without my permission, then you better be ready to cry tonight while I'm turning that sweet ass of yours cherry red.

I'll be home in about an hour, so you have til then.

And before you ask later, yes you have to wear EVERYTHING I set out.

The only thing you get to decide is which of the outfits I set out, but everything else is non-negotiable.

"Ugh." Tossing my phone onto the coffee table, I starfished on the couch for another few minutes before dragging my ass out of my little happy haven.

I wasn't complaining or being an ungrateful brat about Luciano taking me out; that wasn't the reason for my sluggishness. It was one of those moments where I was comfortable at home and didn't really want to leave. Motivation quickly filled me when I saw the outfits Luciano hung up in our closet.

The outfits ranged from dresses to pantsuits, all being really fancy. So, wherever he planned to take me was high class, like you need to be known and rich as fuck high class. Usually, fancy restaurants weren't my jam, but the occasional date at one where Luciano spoiled me was greatly appreciated. I liked being treated like a spoiled little princess by him.

After going through what he set out, I settled on a floor-length silk dress with a flowy skirt and slit up one side that was deep wine-red in color. I wasn't too thrilled about the skimpy thong he set out, but whatever.

As I finished with my makeup, Luciano walked in with a satisfied smile the second his eyes landed on my body. "Good girl, you listened." The proudness in his voice made me smile and blush in the mirror as I fixed the strapless, sweetheart neckline of the dress.

Turning around, I watched his approaching figure with eager eyes. "Welcome home, how was work?" I greeted him with a grin and kiss on the cheek.

"Surprisingly good. Clients have been more than compliant since we started our little crusade through the streets." Luciano replied, flashing me a quick smile and kissing the top of my head.

"Give me a moment to wash up and change, then we'll head out." Whatever excitement I had turned wary at the dip in his voice. Not even the smile on his face could settle my nerves because something about the hollowness of it threw me off.

And I should have listened to my gut when it told me to cancel dinner. If I had, then I wouldn't be here in an office at one of The Syndicate-owned clubs with a gun to my back.

Now, don't get me wrong, dinner was amazing, besides the fact I was anxious the whole time. The food was amazing, obviously, and Luciano was such a delightful gentleman. But that's where it all ended. The moment we left the restaurant, he shoved me into the car and dragged me here to the club. I wasn't thrilled to be in such a place, but he said he had some business to handle.

Unfortunately, the business was me. Particularly the wedding business.

"Luciano, you can't be serious. We talked about this already, and I'm not—" All I could get out was a sharp gasp from the feeling of his gun digging deeper into my lower back as he pressed himself closer to me.

"You are, and you will marry me tonight." His voice rasped against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Sign the papers, Juliet. Don't make this harder for yourself." His cruel voice pleaded with me as he slid the gun across my back, around to my front side, and right between my legs after sneaking it under the slit of my dress.

"Luciano, this isn't funny." I placed my hands against his chest after twisting my upper body back a little.

Shoving his big chest at me, my upper body jars forward over the desk while my hips bump into the edge of it. "Who said this was supposed to be funny?" There was no playfulness in his voice as he grabbed the pen and forced it into my hand before resting his hand on the desk again. "Sign, or my gun will have a new holster." As if to push his idea across, he pressed and rubbed the length of his gun against my aching slit, making me gasp and flinch.

"You wouldn't—" Once again, I was cut off by my own gasping when I felt the chilly barrel of the gun slide against my bare cunt after he slipped it under my thong.

"Or is that what you want because you're so desperate to have anything fill you right now?" His hot breath hitting my ear sent another hot wave of excitement crashing into my body. "Don't think I haven't noticed you over the past weeks. Always getting all up on me whenever I was around, rubbing yourself over me like some desperate whore."

I reacted to his words before my brain could stop me. Whirling around, I lashed my hand out to slap him across the face, but he grabbed my wrist right before impact. Before I could make a remark, Luciano forcefully turned me back around and pressed my upper body flat against the surface of the cold glass top of the desk. "You asshole! Let me go!" Kicking my feet back, I tried to get him, but he held firm for a second before slamming his body into mine to jerk me to a stop. "If you think I'm going to agree to be your wife after everything, then you're fucking delusional." I seethed, doing my best to glare back at him.

A strain pulled my neck from him yanking my head back by my hair. "Well, you have no choice in this matter. Either you sign it and make it easy for yourself, or I force your hand, and things will be really rough for you." He warned me in a deep voice while pressing the gun harder against me.

"Y-you wouldn't dare." I let out a trembling gasp at the feeling of pressure at my entrance. "That thing's not loaded, is it?" I mean, he wouldn't put a loaded gun against my vagina, would he?

Chuckling darkly, he bit my ear hard, making me whimper and flinch. "Sweetheart, why on earth would I carry an unloaded gun?" My attention barely went to his words because I was more focused on the pressure at my entrance.

Is he really going to fuck me with a gun?

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